The Lavender Hedge
it was a beautiful morning...it had been a beautiful night...she
had woken feeling released and ready for anything...and this
was not to be any old day..!
the dress slipped over her body, a delicious anticipation of
slippery silk.. the toes of her new silver shoes gleamed, just
visible below the ruffled hem...taking a last look in the long mirror
she admired the effect. not quite recognising the lady in the
reflection... she picked up the small jewelled handbag and went
down the stairs.
as usual he was waiting for her, wearing his old sweater which
was sill baggy at the elbows but unable to hide his elegance. with
a smile he took her in his arms, holding her for a long moment he
looked into the eyes he knew so well, then dropping a quick kiss
on her lips he pushed her gently towards the open door...the sun
glinted on her hair, and the lavender hedge brushed her hem as
she walked to the old gate which over the years had seen so
many changes in her life..she knew the perfume would linger with
her throughout this summers day...
she saw the car, sparkling, the white leather encouraging with
subtle seduction... she turned as she always turned, and as
always he was there with his encouraging smile, but this time it
was different...
for a long moment time stopped... and then he was gone... with
surprise she saw flowers on the seat beside her, roses threaded
with lavender...
the car sighed to a halt, the little church basked in the sun, and
she heard the organ singing welcome.
picking up the flowers she walked smiling, over the uneven
paving stones, towards the music.
pim claridge